These words
These words
These words are knifes
These knifes carve skin
This skin leaks blood
That blood, made up of cells
Cells, the building blocks of life itself
Life, Something that is granted to us whether we want it or not
Not wanting life
Not wanting to live
They say " The world would be a better place..."
Your brain say "Take this knife in your hand and just put it away
Because they are just words
But they don't know how these words can turn into knifes as the cycle repeats.
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